I'm having a hard time plugging in. Anything that requires thought and effot beyond routine and set appointments I seem to be avoiding. My Grandpa had a stroke. I went up to the cities to see him that day potentially for the last time, and I realized how far I was from my family and the life I've known. It's so weird to be 27 and starting a new ( Read more... )

"By using my creativity and passion I will guide and inspire people to better understand and use their gifts and capabilities." This is the purpose statement I came up with. It's also the purpose statement I've been ignoring for too long now. I kept thinking, "I just have to get through this transition time... I just have to do this... Once ( Read more... )

Here it is: Even if I don't update often, even if I don't have much to say at the moment, even if there are very few journal entries(thanks to journal-stealer) - my journal is not up for grabs, you mayn't have my password - don't request it please. And even if you want to be annoying and try to steal this - livejournal.com doesn't support that ( Read more... )

I completely forgot about Valentine's this morning. And mostly forgot about it this previous weekend and week. Mom suggested I get S a mini coffeepot for his work, but I realized he probably didn't need/want one and that's as far as I got for thinking about Valentine's. S did much better than me - he was here this weekend and before leaving he ( Read more... )

It'd be nice to have soemthing more to write, but as of the moment I feel that I need to keep my thoughts to myself - they need to stew and soak up all the flavors floating around inside my head. I feel sometimes that if I talk about unfinished ideas, hopes or dreams that it often slows them down or diminishes them in some way - talking about them ( Read more... )

Can I just start out with He is so amazing and I intend to marry him? I keep having these urges to call up either Sony or Mom and say, "I'm going to marry him!" Not that he's asked me (yet), butI just know it and I want to yell it out loud. Mom's known for a long time. He and I were already talking about "the cart before the horse" 3(?) months ( Read more... )

I used to use this as an outlet for when I couldn't talk to him. No suprise, then, that our relationship ended. I wasn't with him or any other when I lost my journal. I was actually at a pretty good place in my life and seldom around computers, so I didn't notice or mind all that much except for the fact that I'd lost my previous entries, the ( Read more... )

Now I can say I've lost a journal on a plane, a train, a dive boat and to the internet. Gorgeous, simply gorgeous.